Growing up with not a lot can have a certain effect on you. Ever since he got with you he understood that he was allowed to have nice things. One day walking around LA, the sun setting, a store had caught Robbie's eye. You had noticed how he stopped in front of the window display. It was a lingerie store. His eyes scanned over the items and a blush set over his cheeks. It's not like he needed them, but something in his wanted them. And he had to get used to wanting things, it was normal. "Pretty..." He said under his breath, feeling like hornets were rumbling in his stomach at the embarrassment and excitement he felt.